Page 55 of Seduced By a Scoundrel

“Yes.”

“Interesting,” Matilda said, raising her brows.

“It is the least interesting thing that happened to me today, actually.” And yet it wasn’t. And it was far more enjoyable to think about him than it was to focus on her bruises and her aching knee and shoulder.

“Well, someone pushed me onto Piccadilly Road last night,” Matilda said. “I could have been flattened. May the crows eat their eyeballs.”

Sybil tilted her head. “Really?”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m fine too.”

“Why, what happened to you?”

“I was abducted not two hours ago.”

Peony sat up straighter. “Did you break all their teeth?”

“Alas, no. And that is vexing.”

“Someone dropped a heavy box from a window right above my head,” Emmeline added.

Matilda stared at her. “You never told me that!”

“You were on a rampage about Piccadilly traffic.”

“I can rampage for the both of us!”

“Yes, I know, darling.”

“Three accidents,” Priya said. “How… coincidental.”

“You don’t believe in coincidence,” Sybil reminded her.

“No, I do not.”

The women exchanged grim glances. The fury boiling beneath the surface was the kind that burned cities to ash.

“It’s clear someone has figured out at least three members of the Spinster Society.”

“And they do not like us very much,” Sybil said. “Which is quite discourteous, really. We are delightful.”

“Peony?” Priya asked. “What about you?”

“I am also delightful, but I did not go out last night.”

“And no one came here?

Peony shook her head.

“Good.”

“Kitty had something to add about the symbol. As did my abductors,” Sybil said, reaching for the tea. If her hand trembled faintly, no one mentioned it. “It was suggested to her that it is the mark of a society of gentlemen.”

“Is it indeed.” Priya’s eyes narrowed.

“And in the carriage, one of the fellows, who goes by the name of Alfie, said something about Minos.”